While munching on the milk cake, Wanwan couldn't wait to climb onto the chair to eat the melon.
Seeing that the little girl was clamoring for watermelon in her heart, and fearing that she would fall because of her short legs, the big tyrant reached out and held the little girl on his lap.
Xu Shihuai was touched by the cute look of her chewing the milk cake, and said with a smile: "Back then, your father and I were attacked when we left the palace. We both managed to escape the assassins, but we were both seriously injured. I was the most seriously injured at the time, and almost lost a leg.
I jokingly told your father to leave me here to fend for myself. My leg is broken and I can't run far. You'd be a burden if you carried me with you. Guess what your father said to me at that time?"
Wanwan: "What did you say?"
Xiao Moqing: "What did you say?"
Xu Shihuai looked at the man opposite him and said with a smile, "Humph, Prince of Western Chu, you are nothing more than that."
"You have no idea how rude his tone was at the time, as if I had committed a grave sin by dying here. Although his tone was mocking, he still helped me step by step to a temple. Later, Chang Yu Zhenren, who happened to be coming down the mountain, found us and took us back to the temple to help us heal our wounds.
After we both recovered from our injuries, Master Changyu said to your father, "Young man, I see you have amazing bones. How about joining my Xianyun Temple?"
Wanwan laughed out loud when she heard this. "Young man, I see you have incredible talents. Why do these words sound so much like those of a charlatan?"
Xu Shihuai: "At first, your father was naturally reluctant. Later, it was after Master Changyu begged and pleaded with him about the benefits of practicing Taoism that your father finally agreed to become his disciple. However, what none of us expected was that practicing Taoism meant that one could not enter the secular world.
As a prince, your father couldn't possibly not participate in the royal family's struggles. When he left the sect, Chang Yu Zhenren was furious.
"By the way, I have always had a doubt in my mind. You were obviously not interested in practicing Taoism at the beginning, so why did you agree to let Master Changyu take you as his disciple?" Xu Shihuai asked puzzledly.
When the great tyrant heard Xu Shihuai's question, he was also in a daze for a moment.
The reason why he wanted to become a disciple of Changyu Zhenren and practice Taoism was probably because Taoists were powerful and could slay demons and monsters. Since they could even slay demons and monsters, why should they be afraid of a mere human being?
At that time, his mother was living in dire straits in the palace. His only thought was to overthrow the tyranny of the foolish emperor. He thought that practicing Taoism could help him overthrow the tyranny, but he did not expect that he would be told later that people who practice Taoism could not interfere in worldly affairs.
Since he cannot get involved in politics, why does he practice this Taoism?
His mother had been living in the cold palace for many years. How could he abandon her in order to practice the way to immortality?
The Tyrant slowly said, "Nothing, just curious."
"Really? Why am I so unconvinced? Let me guess, Daddy, you didn't think that practicing Taoism could overthrow tyranny, only to discover after learning that Taoists are forbidden from interfering in worldly affairs."
When Xiao Moqing heard this, his face immediately turned into a look of confusion. Is that true?
“…” The tyrant looked calm, pretending he heard nothing.
Perhaps because she felt guilty for secretly talking about her father, Wanwan didn't feel her father's cold gaze, but she still raised the milk cake in her hand, handed it to the man, and said in a sweet voice:
"Daddy, eat."
The big tyrant looked at the milk cake that the little milk ball brought to his mouth, chuckled, and then opened his mouth and took a bite.
Wanwan: "Daddy, is it delicious?"
"Well, not bad." The tyrant replied.
Looking at the interaction between the father and daughter, Xu Shihuai couldn't help but feel envious.
He looked at the cute little girl sitting on the man's lap, and suddenly thought of the rumored Jennifer's awesome trio.
"I heard it's a trio of father and son, and the youngest is still a baby."
Recalling what the attendant had said, Xu Shihuai looked at the father and son present, then at the little boy happily munching on the milk cake, and asked, "The rumor about Jennyma's awesome trio that's been circulating in Xichu lately, aren't they the three of you?"
With a "crunch", the little kid who was happily chewing the milk cake suddenly slipped and dropped the half-eaten milk cake to the ground.
[Oh no, I’ve fallen for it]
After Xu Shihuai finished saying this, he felt the eyes of the three people present all fell on him.
The next second, before he could hear them speak, he suddenly heard a "pop".
Xiao Moqing slammed the table and stood up, "Stop pretending, we are indeed Zhen—ouch!"
Before Xiao Moqing could finish his words, the tyrant, who was startled by his sudden slamming of the table, slapped him on the head with a cold face without mercy.
"You bastard, why are you so startled?" The tyrant said coldly, "You scared even your sister."
Xiao Moqing looked at the little girl and saw that she was indeed extremely frightened.
[What's wrong with my second brother? Why does he always get so startled?]
Xiao Moqing touched the head that was hurt by his father's beating and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Yeah." The tyrant nodded.
Xu Shihuai's eyes lit up, "It really is you. Your reputation has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Xichu."
[Wow, did the story about the Prince of Qi reach the ears of the incompetent emperor? The old emperor will be so angry that he will kill those two bastards.]
[But looking at the Prince uncle's expression, he doesn't seem too happy.]
[Could it be that the incompetent old emperor is incapable of doing anything? No way, even with his hat so green he's glowing, he's still thinking about his brotherly love, right?]
The great tyrant frowned at Xu Shihuai standing across from him and asked, "What has the Western Chu Emperor done about the King of Qi still being alive?"
Xu Shihuai shook his head slightly. "Although the rumors were rampant outside, Father didn't believe it. Fourth Uncle cleared his name with just a few words."
Xu Shihuai didn't want to say that his father, the Emperor of Western Chu, had been completely obsessed with beauty and neglected state affairs recently.
It's not that he doesn't know about the Fourth Prince's evil ambitions, but he is obsessed with beauty day and night and doesn't want to care about it.
He originally secretly sent people to collect evidence, but Xu Hui was an old fox and had already cleared out all the evidence. If he wanted to catch them completely, he could only find Xu Jinglin and Concubine Liang who pretended to be dead.
Xu Shihuai said, "Besides wanting to reminisce with you, Ayin, I've come here to ask for something."
"It's about my father..." Xu Shihuai paused, then said seriously, "I suspect my father is being haunted by evil spirits."
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